96 THE FAIRY-FOLK OF THE BLUE HILL.

This blue dragon-fly was no other than the
haughty queen whom the little brown beetle so
much admired.

The dragon-fly was so persistent in keeping
out of Wassa’s reach, that the little maid
determined to have it at any cost, and followed
it farther and farther up the hill.

At last, quite out of breath, and heated,
Wassa sank upon a mossy bank to rest. Tired
from her fruitless chase of the blue dragon-fly,
the little maid’s eyes closed, and she was on
the point of falling asleep, when a tiny voice,
that she at first supposed to proceed from a
locust or some other singing insect, attracted
her attention, and as she listened she heard
these words : —

“What thou seek’st, we fairies know.
Farther up the hill then go,
Till near the top a maple tree,
Tall and straight as it can be,
Stands before a lofty rock,
Where thou loud and long must knock.”

Wassa looked quickly in the direction of the
voice, but nothing was to be seen but a large
“ Jack-in-the-pulpit,” in which a large brown